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The P RAISE of the MORNING; Or? The Sluggard Reproved. Thomson.
FALSELY luxurious, will not Man r.wake And, springing from the Bed of Sloth, enjoy
The cool, the fragrant, and the silent Hour,
To Meditation due, and facred Song?
For is there ought in Sleep can charm the Wise?
To lye in dead Oblivion, losing Half
The fleeting Moments of too short a Life?
Total Extinction of the enlighten'd Soul;
Or else to severish Vanity alive,
Wilder'd, and tossing thro' distemper'd Dreams?
Who would in such a gloomy State remain,
Longer than Nature craves; when every Muse
And every blooming Pleasure wait without,
To bless the wildly-devious Morning Walk?
A Storm of Thunder and Lightening. Thoms ON .
>>"T-\rS listening Pear, and dumb Amazement all:
JL When to the startled Eye the sudden Glance
Appears far South, eruptive thro' the Cloud;
And sollowing slower, in Explosion vast,
The Thunder raises his tremendous Voice.
At first, heard solemn o'er the Verge os Heaven,
The Tempest growls; but as it nearer comes,
And rolls its awful Burden on the Wind,
The Light'hings flash a larger Curve and more
The Noise astounds: 'till over Head a Sheet
Of livid Flame discloses wide, then shuts
And opens wider, shuts and opens still
Expansive, wrapping Ether in a Blaze.
Follows theloosen'd aggravated Roar,
Enlarging, deepening, mingling, Peal on Peal
Crush'd horrible, convulsing Heaven and Earth-
Down comes a Deluge of sonorous Hail,
Or prone-descending Rain. Wide-rent, the Clouds
Pour a whole Flood; and yet, its Flame unquench'd,
TV unconquerable Light'ning struggles thro'
Ragged and tierce, or in red whirling Balls,
And sires the Mountain with redoubled Rage,
Black from the Stroke, above, the smouldring "Pine
Stands a fad fhatter'd Trunk ; and, stretch'd below,
A liseless Groupe the blasted Cattle lie;
Here the soft Flocks, with that fame harmless Look
They wore alive, and ruminating still
In Fancy's Eye ! and there the frowning Bull,
And Ox half-rais'd, Struck on the castled Cliff,
The venerable Tower and spiry Fane
Resign their aged Pride. The gloomy Woods
Start at the Flash, and from the deep Recess,
Wide-flaming out, their trembling Inmates shake.
Amid Carnarvon's Mountains rages loud
The repercussive Roar: with mighty Crush,
Into the flashing Deep, from the rude Rocks
Of Penma-r.maur heap'd hideous to the Sky,
Tumble the smitten Cliffs; and Snozva'en's Teak,
Dissolving, instant yields his wintry Load.
Far seen, the Heights of heathy Che-vht blaze,
And Tbule bellows thro' her utmost Isles.
OThou! by whose almighty AW the Scale
Of Empire riles, or alternate falls,
Send sorth the saving Vi Rt u Es round the Land,
In bright Patrole: White Peace, and locial Laze;
The tender-looking Ch.irity, intent
O.i gentle Deeds, and shedding Tears thro' Smiles;
Undaunted Truth, and D:gnity of Mind;
Courage compos'd, and keen; sound Temperance,
Healthful in Heart and Look; clear Chastity
With Blushes reddening as. she moves along,
Dilbrder'd at the deep Regard she draws;
Rough Industry, Atti-uity untir*d,
With copious Life insorm'd, and all awake;
While in the radiant Front, superior shines
That sirst paternal Virtue, public Zeal,
Who throws o'er all an equal wide Survey,
And, ever musing on the" common Weal,
Still labours glorious with some great Design.
MoralTtfstecJions on a future State, Thomson.
* F~~$ I S. done !—Dread Wi N T M^siar-J-^1^ X latest Glooms,
And reigns tremendous o'er the conquer'd Year.
How dead the vegetable Kingdom lies!
How dumb the tuneful! Horror wide extends
His desolate Domain. Behold, sond Man!
See here thy pictur'd Lise; pass some sew Years
Thy flowering Spring, thy Summer's ardent
1'hy sober Autumn fading into Age,
And pale concluding Winter comes at last,
And shuts the Scene. Ah! whither now are fled
Thole Dreams of Greatness; those unsolid Hopes
Of Happiness? those Longings after Fame?
Thole restless Cares ? those busy bustling Days?
Those gay-spent, festive-Nights? those veering
Lost between Good and 111, that shar'd thy Lise?
All now are vanish'd ! Virtue sole survives,
Immortal, never-failing Friend of Man,
His Guide to Happiness on high.—And sea!
'Tis come, the glorious Morn! the second Birth
Of Heaven and Earth! Awakening Nature hears
The ne<w-creating,Word, and starts to Lise,
In every heighten'd Form, from Pain and Dead
For ever free. The great eternal Scheme
Involving AH, and in aperfeU Whole
Uniting, as the Prospect wider spreads.
To Reason's Eye reftn'd clears up apace.
Ye vainly Wiie ! ye blind Presumptuous! now, -
Confounded in the Dust, adore that Power,
And Wildom oft arraign'd: See now the Cause,
Why unassuming Worth in secret liv'd,
Asd dy'd, neglected; Why the good Man's SI;--*
in Life was Gall and Bitterness oi Sou* ;..
Why the lone Widow, and her Orphans pin'd,
In starving Solitude: while Luxury,
In Palaces, lay straining her .low Thoughts,
To form unreal Wants: Why Heaven-born Truth
And Moderation fair, wore thered Marks
Of Superstition's Scourge: Why licens'd Pain, • -
That cruel Spoiler, that embosom'd Foe,
mbitter'd all our Bliss. Ye good Distrest!
Tt noble Few! who here unbending stand
Jeneath Life's Pressure, yet bear up a while,
\nd what your bounded View, which only faw ,
A. little Part, deem'd Evil is no more:
Ifhe Storms of Win'try Time will quickly pals,
And one unbounded Spring encircle AU.
A. P R AT E R. Thomson.
FATHER of Light and Lise! thou good supreme!
O teach me what is good! teach me Thyself!
Save me from Folly, Vanity, and Vice,
From every low Pursuit! and seed my Soul
With Knowledge, conscious Peace, and Virtue Pure,
Sacred, substantial, never-fading Bliss!
Man a Miracle to Himself. Yousc.
HOW poor ? how rich ? how abject ? how august?
How complicate? how wonderful is Man?
How passing wonder HE, who made him such?
Who center'd in our Make such strange Extremes?
From different Natures marveloufly mixt,
Coxnexionzexqai&te of distant Worlds!
Distinguisht Link in Being's endless Chain!
Midway from Nothing to the Deity!
A Beam æthereal, sully'd, and absorpt!
Tho' sally'd and dishonour'd, still Divine!
Pim Miniature of Greatness absolute!
An Heir of Glory! a frail Child of Dust!
Helpless Immortal! Insect Infinite!
A Worm ! a God!—I tremble at myself,